Little Pink Starfish

At this moment, the extraordinary individuals from the Southern Government didn’t need anyone to point out that the two people before them, though lacking the aura of Qinghun Scythe members, were definitely not ordinary folk.

No wonder the soldiers outside couldn’t stop them.

The man in the lead immediately grew grim. He raised the special weapon in his hand and pointed it at Eagle. “Put him down.”

Eagle acted as though he hadn’t heard him. Instead, it was Pei Sen who smiled pleasantly and said, “Apologies. He doesn’t understand what you’re saying.”

“I said—put him down!” the man enunciated each word coldly. Watching the man suspended mid-air still unable to move, screaming in agony, made the onlookers’ hair stand on end.

This was even more terrifying than simply killing him.

Pei Sen remained calm and turned to Jing Hui. “Vice President, who’s this?”

“His name is Shen Yu. He was once my senior,” Jing Hui replied flatly, “but now, he is my enemy.”

Pei Sen smiled. “Oh, I don’t really care what he’s called. Since he’s your enemy, Vice President, I suppose the rest of them are too.” He glanced at the still-armed Shen Yu. “Well then, since you’re here, don’t leave. Our Society has always been… quite hospitable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, frost began spreading through the room. In the blink of an eye, all exits of the garden villa were sealed by ice. But this was no ordinary freezing—thick layers of ice formed barriers impossible to break easily. Soon, the sound of bullets striking the ice echoed from outside, but from within, not even a scratch could be seen.

Even with their best weapons, the soldiers outside couldn’t pierce the ice.

Shen Yu sneered. “You think this can stop us?”

They were extraordinary beings, not ordinary humans. As former Qinghun Scythe members, their combat abilities were formidable, and their physical strength far surpassed the average person.

Someone of Shen Yu or Jing Hui’s level could face off against high-level mages or swordsmen on the Yali Continent without losing.

But to Pei Sen, Qinghun Scythe members were somewhat one-dimensional as extraordinary individuals. Their “power” mainly lay in explosive output. Physically, they weren’t comparable to swordsmen. Even in melee combat with their signature weapons like the Soul-Slaying Blade, if they couldn’t defeat a swordsman quickly, they’d be worn down over time—their physical enhancements were too limited.

Even so, in Bix Magic Cube’s late game with a vast array of professions, Qinghun Scythe remained popular due to their high burst damage and unique weapon cultivation mechanics.

Most players would strive for a good weapon. A top-tier weapon could fetch terrifying prices, and even if you had the money, acquiring a good weapon in Bix Magic Cube wasn’t easy.

Unlike other games with set gear progression at specific levels, this high-freedom title offered only meager drop rates and sparse dungeons—not nearly enough to meet player demand.

Often, it came down to luck—either scoring big from an NPC or banking on a life skills player’s sudden fortune.

This meant things were unstable, especially for regular players who lacked the money for top gear.

Back when Pei Sen played a mage, he’d struggled with equipment himself. Luckily, mage players were relatively few, so their gear wasn’t in high demand—otherwise it would’ve been even more troublesome.

Qinghun Scythe was the only class in the game with a growing weapon system. Once players became Scythes, they could select a sword or gun to bind as their personal weapon. By gradually feeding it and meeting breakthrough requirements, the weapon would grow with the user—more reliable than any external gear.

The higher the Scythe’s level, the stronger the weapon’s bonuses—saving money and providing incredible strength.

The seemingly unremarkable weapon in Shen Yu’s hand was undoubtedly powerful at his level—just like Jing Hui’s narrow, green-leaf dagger. Though it looked fragile, in the refined hands of this vice president, it could unleash devastating force.

Shen Yu didn’t panic over the frozen prison. He could break it with a single shot. No matter how thick the ice, it couldn’t block his bullet.

But he hadn’t fired yet, because his subordinate was still in Eagle’s grasp. The strange man before him was unreadable. Shen Yu hesitated.

Back when Chen Qingxu learned of Pei Sen’s non-Qinghun Scythe extraordinary powers, he had been deeply shocked—let alone someone like Shen Yu.

After joining the Southern Government and falling from grace, Shen Yu had lived in hiding. Without caution and discretion, he would’ve long since been dealt with by Chen Qingxu.

He remained on both Chen Qingxu and Jing Hui’s kill list.

Still, that bullet hadn’t been fired. Suspended mid-air, even though the light blades were moving slowly, and Shen Yu’s physical endurance as an extraordinary being was considerable, it was still harrowing.

Blood spilled from his mouth with each scream, dark red pooling beneath him. He was already weakened.

Shen Yu’s eyes turned fierce—there was no more room for hesitation. In a flash, he turned his gun and fired.

The bullet from the Soul-Hunting Gun wasn’t like an ordinary shot. The moment it fired, it was as if a tornado had been unleashed.

In this sealed space, Shen Yu used his strongest attack. The power was monstrous.

But Eagle didn’t even look.

To him, Shen Yu was, at best, on par with a high-level mage or swordsman. Even legendary mages or sword saints couldn’t harm Eagle now.

Pei Sen, standing to the side, felt a trace of regret. The young master now was no longer the boy who needed protection, who needed him to take the blow, who needed to be carried on his back.

Now, in terms of pure combat strength, the young master was even stronger than he was.

Faced with an overwhelming attack, Eagle merely snapped his fingers. The unfortunate soul hovering mid-air shifted into the path of the bullet. Meanwhile, the lightbird on Eagle’s shoulder soared upward, forming a glowing barrier that shielded him and Pei Sen.

Not even a shard of shattered furniture touched them. Instead, Shen Yu’s miserable subordinate took the full brunt of the blow—and died instantly.

Shen Yu’s face turned ashen. “You—!”

Eagle smiled. “Pei Sen, he looks pretty angry. Seems he didn’t want that one to die. Hm, well, that’s not so hard to fix.”

A ball of holy light lit up in his palm. He casually tossed it onto the lifeless corpse. The next second, the man began violently coughing. His organs felt as if they had been torn apart and reassembled—the pain so intense he couldn’t even scream.

The whole hall fell into stunned silence.

“He… wasn’t he dead?”

“No shit. He took a hit from the boss—of course he died.”

“Then how is he alive again?!”

Compared to the speechless locals, a new Qinghun Scythe who had secretly recorded the scene uploaded the short video to the forums, where players’ reactions were far more expressive.

“Holy crap, what’s that, a resurrection skill?!”

“Wait, our little duke is this OP now?”

“Damn, I thought he was the ‘beautiful, tragic, delicate’ type. But now he’s suddenly god-tier. That’s insane!”

“Maybe it’s a Light Church power… too bad the Church’s gone. If it still existed, maybe you could become a priest or something and learn resurrection.”

“Give it up. Bix Magic Cube doesn’t even have a priest class. This game has no healers, okay? You want priest and revive skills? Dream on.”

“He’s too strong. I’m latching onto the little duke’s leg from now on.”

“Hey, remember the Holy City battle during the Light Church arc? People said Eagle was OP even then. He was like a walking support buff. Then he bathed in the Holy Spring—no wonder he’s this powerful now.”

“Waaah, I liked my fragile little pretty-boy count. And now he’s a 6’3” muscle hunk?! Worse—he’s THIS strong! Poor Pei Sen’s gonna be stuck as the bottom now!”

“This is tragic. My OTP is ruined… so tragic…”

“……”

At least among players, resurrection skills were easily accepted—it was a game, after all. Anything could happen.

But to the people of the Qinghun Era, this scene was too overwhelming. Even Jing Hui nearly thought she was hallucinating.

Pei Sen glanced helplessly at the ceiling. He didn’t care that the young master used this scumbag to block the bullet—he was trash anyway, so dying was no big deal.

But reviving him afterward? That part, Pei Sen didn’t quite understand.

Let alone the fact that even now, Pei Sen had just discovered Eagle had a resurrection ability.

In the original timeline, even among players who chose the priest path, almost none could use resurrection. Even though it was common in other games, in the Yali Continent, among all the priests, clerics, and officials blessed with holy light, almost no one knew it.

Aside from the pope, perhaps only the old high priest could cast it.

Moreover, the Church’s resurrection magic had strict requirements. It could only be used on someone who had just died. The soul must not have dispersed. And even then, the cost was so great that it was rarely used.

Pei Sen knew that only one player had ever learned resurrection—but the skill was so costly that even at a high level, casting it dropped the player down an entire level. Nobody bothered with it.

Still, resurrection was resurrection. To the locals, seeing it used so casually was simply mind-blowing.

In that instant, even Jing Hui’s gaze toward Eagle changed.

They were all extraordinary individuals, and yet Eagle’s kind of “extraordinary” completely overturned their understanding.

“Young master, why did you revive him?” Pei Sen asked helplessly. The villains who just moments ago were sneering now looked like they’d seen ghosts.

It was “saving someone,” yet they reacted as if they’d just witnessed a horror show.

Eagle smiled slightly. “Why revive him?” He looked at Shen Yu. “That one is my prey. How could I let someone else kill him? I brought him back… so I can kill him again.”

Pei Sen: “……”

Alright, in a way, that was terrifying.

If you fell into Eagle’s hands, you really couldn’t even control life or death anymore.

If he wanted you to live—you lived.

If he wanted you to die… only then could you die.